cammerfe
Dedicated LVC Member
If one is willing to make use of the most original meaning, 'gnosos' means 'knowledge'---coming from the Greek. And the prefix 'A' or 'Ag' suggests 'not'.
Therefore, 'agnostic' in its most pure form suggests 'not knowing'. As commonly used today the word has become muddled to suggest 'impossibility of knowing' but as applied to myself I believe that I'm on firm ground in simply saying "I don't know-everything."
But not knowing everything DOES NOT imply an impossibility of knowing---which is where shallow thinkers are wont to go. With all that said, faith is a regular part of my life. I just muddle along. I come here and start or chime in on a subject and discover some who are, themselves, only here to squinch their eyes shut, stick their fingers in their ears and scream shrill-y, "Nya, Nya, Nya." Their purpose is to be disruptive and call attention to themselves much as small bratty kids often do.
And others are here to show the superiority of their erudition---and make much of tiny details that, in their minds, serve to prove their piosity and provide a platter on which to display their self-rightiousness.
If you'll be honest, you know who you are.
And then there are others, seekers such as Shag and 04, who try to offer a bit of truth here and there. I want you to know how much I appreciate you.
When it comes to faith, I must admit that in some areas it seems mighty black out there. But I know a few things---
When my mother was a tiny little girl, her younger brother, an infant, stuck his finger in her eye and his fingernail cut her eye in such a fashion that the aqueous humour was bleeding out and she was blinded. My grandmother, a farm wife with a great deal of faith, put her hand over the eye and prayed. The eye was immediately healed. I don't know why that happened---just as I've described it---but it did.
Another time, at a summer church camp, a girl of 12-or-13 came to camp in spite of having just broken her collar-bone. Walking around on the rough ground of the camp had her in such pain that she was taken into town to the doctor. She was again x-rayed and a better sling was provided with instructions to bring her back to the medical office the next day. If things weren't better she'd have to go home. The campers prayed for her at the evening get-together and the next morning she said the pain was gone. There was a bit of skepticism because she so very adamantly didn't want to leave camp. At the Doctor's office a fresh x-ray showed no sign of the very obvious break from the day before.
I don't know how or why these these things occurred. But I am reminded of Matthew 17: 20. No matter how bleak things might seem I can always come up with at least that amount of faith. And I go on!
Comments are solicited.
KS
Therefore, 'agnostic' in its most pure form suggests 'not knowing'. As commonly used today the word has become muddled to suggest 'impossibility of knowing' but as applied to myself I believe that I'm on firm ground in simply saying "I don't know-everything."
But not knowing everything DOES NOT imply an impossibility of knowing---which is where shallow thinkers are wont to go. With all that said, faith is a regular part of my life. I just muddle along. I come here and start or chime in on a subject and discover some who are, themselves, only here to squinch their eyes shut, stick their fingers in their ears and scream shrill-y, "Nya, Nya, Nya." Their purpose is to be disruptive and call attention to themselves much as small bratty kids often do.
And others are here to show the superiority of their erudition---and make much of tiny details that, in their minds, serve to prove their piosity and provide a platter on which to display their self-rightiousness.
If you'll be honest, you know who you are.
And then there are others, seekers such as Shag and 04, who try to offer a bit of truth here and there. I want you to know how much I appreciate you.
When it comes to faith, I must admit that in some areas it seems mighty black out there. But I know a few things---
When my mother was a tiny little girl, her younger brother, an infant, stuck his finger in her eye and his fingernail cut her eye in such a fashion that the aqueous humour was bleeding out and she was blinded. My grandmother, a farm wife with a great deal of faith, put her hand over the eye and prayed. The eye was immediately healed. I don't know why that happened---just as I've described it---but it did.
Another time, at a summer church camp, a girl of 12-or-13 came to camp in spite of having just broken her collar-bone. Walking around on the rough ground of the camp had her in such pain that she was taken into town to the doctor. She was again x-rayed and a better sling was provided with instructions to bring her back to the medical office the next day. If things weren't better she'd have to go home. The campers prayed for her at the evening get-together and the next morning she said the pain was gone. There was a bit of skepticism because she so very adamantly didn't want to leave camp. At the Doctor's office a fresh x-ray showed no sign of the very obvious break from the day before.
I don't know how or why these these things occurred. But I am reminded of Matthew 17: 20. No matter how bleak things might seem I can always come up with at least that amount of faith. And I go on!
Comments are solicited.
KS